We are all on a journey..

from here..

to here..

..and none of us can predict the turns it will take
nor can we exert control..
though we may like to think so..
all that we can hope for..
is that at the end,
there’s some measure of peace..

abudana..

..meaning abode in Urdu or Hindi.. not really sure.

The little ones building the nest in our window are almost done..
looks like we may have baby birds around the place soon enough..

perspective

keeping it wordless..

failure..

..is supposed to be a pre-cursor to success. I had been doing wonderfully for the first 6 months on my 365 project and now it’s all gone to hell..
I’m fervently hoping that I get my photographer’s block out of the way. Am sick of being the whiny kid :p

also i had cake and chocolate milk for breakfast today..
so as my body’s age moves upwards in the thirties..my mental age is apparently regressing below 10…

new neighbour..

this little guy and his/her partner is building a nest in our kitchen window..

I walk alone…

Give it up for David for writing a beautiful piece of poetry and being kind enough to let me post it here..
I don’t think the photo does much justice to the words.. But this time we went the other way round to find an image in my archives which would resonate with the emotions expressed in his words..

Water flows over
sand escapes beneath
vertigo at the beach as
waves play with my toes
I turn to softly share a chuckle but
I walk alone…

My gaze turns away to the sea
dancing diamonds on the water call to me
watching their rise only to
suddenly hide behind a wave
to peek shyly above while preparing
to fling themselves high on the next
I turn to softly share a chuckle but
I walk alone…

A steady rhythm frees rigidity
as pressure ceases it’s tension chains
waves to draw them out and
hide their tacks in the sand as they are
washed out in cool waters caress with
soft and tender whispers of serenity
I turn to softly share a chuckle but
I walk alone…

Her footsteps whisper in the sand
her fingers furtively entwine
with eyes glistening reflections of full moons
embrace of stars fairy dance
vertigo tugs us gently to pause while
skins goose bumps tingle hello
I turn to softly share a chuckle but
her lips catch it’s airy release

I walk but not alone…

-David Craft

acceptance..

Mysteriously, wonderfully, I bid farewell to what goes, I greet what comes; for what comes cannot be denied, and what goes cannot be detained.
-Chuang-tzu

days and nights are currently blending into light streaks..
the colors are barely there..
the shapes are invisible..
in the landscape of life these days are the plateaus
flat.. undulating..
hot days..
cold nights..
slight winds..
cloudy skies..
but not gloomy
nor happy
the color is maroon
it exists
but has no identity..
there’s no sadness..
nor joy
life just is.
for now.

The photo is an oldie taken at Huntington Beach, CA

flux..

that’s how it is these days..
changes that I can feel
but not see..
nor understand..
just a sense of motion
and flow..

Life goes on..

the young guy was texting..probably to some girl friend
he has a whole life ahead..
with lots of dreams..
the elderly gentleman was begging for change outside the temple
his life is pretty much behind him..
I see him everyday on my way to work..
he doesn’t smile..
life doesn’t stop for either of them..

snooze time